Krissy Mosley Ministries

Love cannot be surrogate.
Nor unnaturally touched.
It must be invited, kind
and dwell in its scepter
and remain a healing balm.- K.M.

We felt whole
In the city
the potholes are
grand gestures of repair

the murmuring trolleys
make ablaze – of people going about

Popular the chase/
mounted in dreams of paper

Wapish/no wiser
No less/ yea’
we were fighting
to stay here.
A dying aim to dream K.M.

Whose Sanctuary
Pro-tags/ on walls of the streets
Graffiti Poets – K.M.

A letter of peace
she could not write
luminous wars profounding.

Stare the silent rage to knee
but most of all –
A fiery hummingbirds’ chee
sounding chariots/
“the road is coming
the road is coming”

See her bloom
See her nectar
See her journey

Urban night profounding
tag peace not war
most of all

These letters, will not keep
They will hold no refuge/ for bleeding tears

till we are strong again
Plow our shears in hooks
Sink 10,000 more
This road she could not flee K.M.

For the next 30th days – this blog will set sail for Poetry -thank you kindly to all my onlookers/readers in mind. Come go with me #NaWriPoMo / Here is my own poem below if you wish to join in the fun follow the link here and enjoy a poem or 30 on me NaPoWriMo

Our roofy leaves in hand
but the spirit must prevail
through flood albeit/ the tempest gail
and oft the flattest sky doeth round
In the faintest view/ faith had eyes to see
what sky is this, we’d wonder
and set our course beyond the sea K.M 2017

Dear sky/ I heard your utterances of the night
like God, herself came and choke out all the evil on my street. It was clean bolts, pounding, and the wreckage was just what we needed to keep the peace around here. – Krissy Mosley